Do It! Do It!

(Hook)
Do it! Do it!
Do it! Do it!
Do it! Do it!
Do it! Do it!
Looking through the morning dew
At smokey mountains, nothing new
Lead me to the mountain top
And we'll work until it's time to stop

(Verse 1)
My name is King, my attitude is chill
You can tell I'm confident by the grin on my grill
I don't rap hardcore but I'm hard to the core
Got the girlie, the gear, the rhymes galore
And my DJ Skill remains psychic
When my throat gets dry he's quick to the trig
Cuts nice and steady, the scratch is smooth
Man he severs parties, we've had to soothe
Like this

There's not a problem that I can't fix
Cuz I can do it in the mix
Ya gotta get up, ya gotta get up, ya gotta get down

(Verse 2)
I say when I'm on the mic it's poetry in motion
When you hear the name King it causes a commotion
It won't be settled down until I said my piece
And only then and there will the fuss and fightin' cease
Like the music cuttin' off when the jam's just kickin'
Or everybody reachin' for the last piece of chicken
Or me droppin' the mic and bring the show to an end
No doubt, you'll start the fussin' fighting again
But I won't stop, so just keep on doing
What ya do best, get busy with the groovin'
Swayin' to the playin', clappin' to the rapping
Boppin' to the hoppin', check out what happens
When you combine a rapper with a rockin' beat
It's like A1 steak sauce on top of your meat
More sugar in your Kool-Aid to make it sweet
Endless reasons for you to stay in your seat

Can't you see, tonight's tonight
Can't you see, tonight's tonight

(Verse 3)
Going to a party at the crack of dawn
Sun's coming up and still kicking strong
Somewhere uptown, I'm not sure where
We were gettin' in free so we really didn't care
There was wine, women, and plenty of dance
Just another party for us to enhance
Then it got around that we weren't from uptown
Then a posse started gatherin' round
Two brothers from Brooklyn, the party was lookin'
Guess they thought somehow that we could be shooken
But hey, if I'm so fresh and if I'm so def
What room in my heart for fear is left?
None! Eat em up more Kibbles 'n Bits
I, came here to rock I'm not callin' it quits
I'm gonna grab the microphone
Get my throat tone, click my heels three times cuz now I'm home

(Hook)

(DJ Skill)
Yo check it out, once for the record
The Alliance of MCs
MC King of Chill, MC K-Swift
The scratches being heard now, are by me
The incredible DJ Skill
The illest-matic (?) one
So I don't leave out anybody
What's up everybody! (laughs)
Brooklyn, cold chillin' eeerrrhhh

(scratch outro)